It's true, solitude comes in different hues.
Taking a cue from one of my several childhood overdoses, Bollywood has been on top of the list. Regardless of the story, intense or foolish, I used to cherish what great beauty India showcases, and the most interesting (in a non-sexual way) was the waterfalls. Next addition to my trip!
A steep trek to the waterfalls is totally worth killing your calf muscles, and you need to do this whenever you get a chance. It's beyond glorification, really. Neer waterfall is 5 km from the Laxman Jhula, home to two-tier natural pools with cold water gushing down a rocky cliff. Crowded or not, do it for the mind. Take a dip!
As long as we are talking mind, let me tell you Rishikesh as a city has a soul. Not many cities have souls. They do have people with unabridged wakefulness but never the city itself.
Growing up in a Gursikh family has been the work of a Trojan, but never really restrictive. To disperse this anomaly, I decided to take in all the religious family tours as a placebo but unfortunately, this did the same for me, spiritually. The next visit to the Vashisht caves in Rishikesh helped me exterminate this theory. Known for deep meditation, this meditative session was a stark contrast to my placebo and actually became an immersive mind-to-soul experience. Bang opposite to these caves lies a white sand beach perfect for yet another session of chill.